"Throw away your gun and raise your hands..." Simon said.
Eric knew that he had lost all opportunities. In this case, he could not turn defeat into victory.
Simon is the strongest assassin in all subjects among the Twelve Apostles. Among the Twelve Apostles, more than 300 young men were selected for selection, and only 12 survived to the end.
Throughout the selection process, death loomed over everyone's head.
If it weren't for Simon's care, Eric might not have survived until the end.
The reason why Eric has always regarded Simon as his brother is precisely for this reason.
Eric slowly placed the Glock 17 pistol and G36 assault rifle on the ground and raised his hands.
Simon said, "Kick the gun away."
Eric could only do as he was told.
"if it is possible……"
He slowly turned around and faced Simon behind him with a gun pointed at him.
"I want to die standing up, and I want to know why you want me to die?"
Ximen slowly took off the mask on his face, revealing his true face.
"Look, is the John standing in front of me the same as before?" He sneered: "I thought I would see a trace of guilt in your eyes, but I couldn't see anything."
"You still think I betrayed you..."
Before Eric could finish his words, a ball of fire came out of Simon's gun.
The distance between the two was seven or eight meters, and the bullet instantly hit Eric's chest like a giant hammer.
The huge impact knocked Eric to the ground and fell heavily to the ground.
"ah--"
Eric was wearing a body armor stripped from a member of the Gravediggers. Different from the previous soft body armor, the surface of this body armor was Kevlar fiber with an enamel bulletproof plate inside.
Even at a distance of 7 meters, the pistol cannot penetrate the baffle.
However, the feeling of being shot was really uncomfortable.
Eric felt like he was almost out of breath. Due to the huge blow, his internal organs seemed to have moved.
He struggled and got up from the ground.
Just as he stood firm, Ximen pulled the trigger again.
A bullet hit Eric in the chest, hitting him like a sack again.
"vomit--"
Eric fell to his knees, his stomach churned, and he began to vomit.
This time the bullet hit Eric's abdomen, but it was still protected by the body armor.
Every piece of bulletproof board has its endurance limit. With Ximen's shooting skills, hitting the left eye at this distance will definitely not hit the right eye. It's not that he can't hit, but like a cat catching a mouse, the hatred in his heart will pass through this kind of distance.
Only extreme ways of venting can lead to catharsis.
"This feeling is very familiar, right? You should have experienced the feeling of being shot a long time ago, but I don't think you have ever experienced the feeling of being shot more than a dozen times at once."
Simon looked coldly at the brother who had once been a sibling in front of him, his teeth chattering.
"On the bridge in Moscow, if I hadn't been wearing a bulletproof vest, I would have been feeding the fish at the bottom of the river. I want you to taste the feeling of being hit and half alive. John, even if you
Even if I die a hundred times, it won't be able to relieve the hatred in my heart. Don't worry, after I kill you, I won't let you be lonely. Anthony will be in Stockholm tonight, and I will let him go down to accompany you."
"etc……"
Listening to Simon's spiteful accusation, Eric wanted to explain clearly.
But Ximen didn't give him a chance.
puff--
Another shot.
Eric, who was kneeling on the ground, was like a dummy that had been kicked away, sliding more than a meter away on the ground with his feet in the air.
"I don't……"
"there is nothing?"
"I didn't betray you, I thought you were dead..."
"Of course you thought I was dead, otherwise you wouldn't have touched the ten million dollars in your account. That was obtained by selling my life, right? Who did you sell me to? Anthony? So that he can
Climb up to the position of president?" Ximen's face twisted into a ball, looking very scary.
"I don't know what ten million means..."
puff--
Another shot. Eric's eyes turned white this time. He covered his chest and rolled on the ground. He was shot four times in total. The tactical vest on his chest was covered with white fine powder. It was the enamel baffle that received the bullet.
Fine chips are ejected after impact.
Simon's eyes were full of vengeful anger, and he said sternly: "Ten million US dollars in your Swiss bank account! Do you think I am a fool? I have checked all your accounts, and they were the accounts you used to collect rewards when you took on tasks.
, you didn’t have that much money before!”
"But half a year ago you suddenly rented a safe and opened an account in a Swiss bank. On the night after my accident, 10 million US dollars was deposited into your Swiss account from an untraceable offshore bank until
A month ago, these ten million began to be slowly transferred to your reward account one by one!"
"I haven't touched my remuneration account for a long time..." Eric gasped, mouthing like a dog going crazy in the summer heat. His neck and forehead were covered in painful cold sweat.
Now he feels some pain when breathing, and he doesn't know if he has a broken rib or something.
"After your accident, I have been waiting for an opportunity to find out who betrayed us. I thought that since someone can betray us, they must know our action plan that night. They must be familiar people. In this case, they will also use my reward account.
I know that if I use the money in it, I will definitely be traced, so I have never dared to use it..."
Ximen snorted coldly: "Oh?! So, I should still thank you? You were tracking down the person who betrayed me, and you killed Vera to avenge me?"
"that is the truth!"
puff--
The fifth shot was fired, and Eric howled like a slaughtered pig. He was already leaning against the wall. This shot hit the back of his head against the wall, making him feel hurt and dizzy.
"You're so crazy! Simon!... Oh! It hurts me so much! I really didn't betray you!" Tears flowed from Eric's eyes, and he didn't know whether it was because of grievance or pain.
"I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of dying unjustly. If you kill me today, you will definitely regret it when you find out the truth!"
Ximen's face was covered with a black aura, and murderous aura rose from his body like boiling water.
He strode forward, the muzzle of his gun slightly raised.
This time, the gun was pointed directly at Eric's head.
"Tell me! How do you want to die!" Ximen asked sharply.
"Okay, since you are partly innocent, there is nothing to say between us. Aren't you known as the leader of the Twelve Apostles!?" Eric stretched out his hand and touched into the tactical vest.
"What do you want to do!?" Ximen's pupils shrank slightly.
"Don't worry, I don't have a gun here..." Eric took out his hand and found a Damascus dagger in his hand. "I don't want to be shot. You can kill me with it. I just want to die here."
Under the dagger, now use your pig-like head to decide whether you should do this or not!"